For what its worth, got no lover

*Alaria* · 10-15-2013, 05:29 AM

Alaria eyed the male up and down, criticizing every flaw. Her facial expression was a look of utter contempt, and she didn't care. She was empty of emotions, empty of anything that made her feel alive. "Someone like me?" Alaria scoffed, affronted. Her voice took on a menacing tone. "Just because you can't see my scars, doesn't mean they're not there." Alaria tore her amber gaze from the brute, turning her head to where she could stare out across the tundra and still keep tabs on the brute in her peripherals.

Oddity, was his name? Alaria giggled insolently at that. Odd, he was. But at the same time, Alaria admired him. Very few wolves who possessed the scars of battle would sit idly by as they were insulted. In fact, Ria happened to gain a bit of respect for Oddity. Of course, that didn't mean she was going to cease tormenting him. It was nothing personal, the ebony man just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"What brings me to the wall? That's a damn good question that even I don't know the answer to." Alaria stated. And it was true; she didn't know where she had been or where she was going. All she saw in front of her was listless living, pointless day to day activities that did nothing to fill the void. Suddenly aware that Alaria was beginning to let her guard slip, the young woman snatched back up her bad attitude and let another quip loose. "What about you, Odd? Hiding from Mr. Sharp-toothed Rabbit, are we?" Alaria snickered. She knew that her attitude was most likely going to get her a new handful of scars that her fur would just grow right back over, but as was stated before: she did not care.

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